When I was young, mother would say
Son don't worry too much
It was a curse would age you fast
Late in life I have come to realise
Mother was right in her advice
Worry is curse worst than poison
It is like a debt you don't owe
Try to live in people's hearts
We all live in our houses
Like air, time is invisible
But does keep account of all
Death of feelings means
Death of conscience in silence
Do you know love is neither true or false
It is man who is true or false
Often seen when misfortune comes
Some prosper many wither
All results of thoughts and actions
Right thought is real blessing in life
Keep at arms length two types of persons
First arrogant and second busy
Former will talk when he has a motive
Latter when he is free only
If you wish to be a confidant
Be like your pillow
Never share your secrets with others
When you can't keep your secrets, how will others! ! !
By Mmamutty chola
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